Well, this land was… strange. Bellamy wasn’t entirely sure that she liked it much. There was a fog creeping along the ground among the trees, swirling around her paws with every step the woman took. She flicked her ears thoughtfully, listening for the sounds of other creatures within it. She had hoped to do some hunting though, with the fog here, it might be a little more difficult to do so. Especially when she was alone. Still, it wasn’t like she wasn’t going to need to eat. And Bellamy wasn’t just eating for herself anymore either - she had to think about the puppies that were growing within her belly. Ah well, maybe she’d get lucky and find the scent of some prey despite the fog, or, better yet, a hunting companion who could help guide her in the right direction. "Speech" 'Thought.'

Come down, come down sweet reverence

There was a chill in the air that settled on her skin and sank into her bones. Jynn would have attributed that to the arrival of winter except this place seemed even colder than it had at the Falls. Frost clung to the ground and decorated the trees and the whole area was laden heavy with fog. Jynn’s ears flicked back when she recognized the place as the Wraith’s Woods. Oh shit… she’d seen some sort of spirit here last time she was traveling. Definitely not where she wanted to be and she moved quickly northward, eager to get out. Catching site of fresh deer tracks though she slowed. Spirits she was hungry…

Well, maybe a quick meal then she could continue. Jynn started to track the prints and soon found herself wandering along a game trail where she spied a familiar black and white wolf. Her ears flicked forward. “Psst, hey, are you hunting deer too?”

…and of course, there was that cold she had to deal with too. Especially with Auster being the opposite of Boreas. She wasn’t eager to spend time here in these woods but she was hungry so that was something she wanted to address before moving on. Still, there was also the problem of how to properly track prey in the fog… Then she heard a voice, familiar enough, and Bellamy turned her attention toward Jynn, the maned wolf that she seemed to be running into a bit more and more lately. “Ah… Jynn. I was thinking about it, though I’m not quite sure how to properly go about tracking them in this fog. I’ve never really had to work with a visual obstruction like this before.” Bellamy glanced down towards the tracks. “You wouldn’t have some advice on the matter, would you? I’m used to being the muscle for this sort of thing, not really the strategist.” "Speech" 'Thought.'

Come down, come down sweet reverence

Jynn was glad for the chance to hunt with another, it meant their chances of success doubled and she'd take all the advantage she could get. Jynn nodded. "Yes, in times like these I rely on scent and, well for me in particular my ears." Her eyes glanced up toward her head and the large, furry radar dishes she had for ears. She'd grown up hunting rodents in tall grass and very little sound avoided detection.

"I can hear some larger animals up ahead. Why don't you wait here in ambush and I'll see if I can herd one toward you." With that Jynn slipped into the mists in search of the deer. She could hear them but barely see their forms in the fog. She moved quietly around to the other side of the herd. Now came the hard part. She couldn't see well enough to note any injuries but she could smell sickness in one of the animals. It was a particular scent and her ears heard the rattling, haggard breath of the animal. A respiratory infection if she had to guess. This would be the one to go for. Hopefully Bellamy was ready. Jynn sprang forward, zeroing in toward the sound of the ill deer.

Thankfully it seemed that Jynn had an idea on what to do. She would rely on scent, as well as her hearing, rather than the sight of the animal. Bells gave a firm nod at this. She hadn't been used to relying on her ears too much for hunting though she had some experience with using her ears when it came to outsmarting the guards when it came to the Kedieo Empire. Sure it had been years since she had the experience but the experience was still there under her belt. All she had to do was channel that into their hunt. That way they had double the chance for success. "Sounds like a plan. Let's do it." Bellamy hunkered down, at the ready as Jynn slipped off into the mists. She knew she'd be happier once her stomach was filled and she the next concern would be leaving these creepy woods. At least she could share a meal with company first, Bells thought. She was lost in her thoughts for a long moment, at least until. She heard the deer start to run. She perked slightly, standing at the ready, ears twitching as she waited for the beast to chased in her direction. She was ready, planning to use her larger size to bring it down. "Speech" 'Thought.'

Come down, come down sweet reverence

Dark shapes scattered into the mist but the sudden inhale of the ill deer caused it to sputter and cough, giving away its position. With a snarl Jynn sprang toward the source of the sound, her jaws just missing one of the hind legs of the deer. It bounded forward, scrambling through the mist with Jynn hot on its heels. She did her best to remember where Bellamy lay in wait and used her fast and agile form to herd the deer toward its fate. With its illness Jynn was able to keep pace and any moment she was sure the other wolf would spring and they could end this. At one point the deer stumbled and Jynn seized the opportunity to snag it's right hind leg in her jaws. The deer kicked out and pulled free.

The noises of the prey animals scattering were focused on. Bellamy’s ears swiveled, trying to focus on the sounds of the one coming closest to where she was. Once she was certain she had picked up on the creature’s whereabouts she sprang from where she’d been waiting. The deer stumbled as Bellamy drew close, but it was enough of a snag for the woman to pounce. Using her size and moderate weight to her advantage she managed to catch onto the side of its neck as it scrambled back up to its legs. Her lower jaw was across its throat though and she bit down hard as the deer tried its damndest to get away from her. No, Bells snarled, you aren’t getting away! Her rear legs, on the ground, dug into the earth as she applied more pressure to the prey animal’s throat, and, moments later, its front legs dropped. Bellamy would keep her hold, a vice grip, as the deer started to grow weaker and weaker. It was only once its breathing had stopped altogether that she released it. “Here we go. Lunch is served.” "Speech" 'Thought.'